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The Rep Grows Bigga Lyrics

Artist: Gang Starr
Album: Moment Of Truth

You do your first bid and dirt to get your name knownYou never talk too much to get your spot blownNow you're no longer just a face in the crowdYou're gettin so much respect that niggaz might as well bowAnd movin up with your hustle like you planned itRakin dough like the world's greatest banditAlways got one eye open, for the stick-up kids postinSo much cream chumps they can't understand itLadies flock to your jock like it's goldenCurious, to test the weight you be holdinbut you ain't got no time, to be chasin felinesIf she's the chick that you pick then she gets chosenPeople treat you like you're ghetto royaltyAnd all your staff shows you utmost loyaltyYou paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenarioThe rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero

Your fame has gotten larger than your lifeYou've got a harem of bitches and killer niggaz that's hypeThey got your back, but you so fly you don't need emYou shit what you're eatin so you don't peep the proceedingsThey start schemeing, feeling that you're too swollenand that's the reason why your cash and stash gets stolenYou start perspiring, because you're paranoidStill another confrontation that you couldn't avoidPrepare for drama, as if you were a stunt manBack in the days you was a forty and a blunt manToday you're a Willie, now the weather's too chillyNew York City ain't the place to be frontinOver your shoulders day and night's where you lookYour so-called fam ran a scam, and you got shookGo back to square one, better go talk to your sonSee reps grow bigga in the life of a crook

Years ago, we were new jacks to this sceneShowed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no greenKnow what I mean? They tried to stifle usNigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it wasFed up so we headed on a serious missionWishin, that we could better our positionTwo businessmen, Guru and Prim', we enterprisedToo strong to be stepped on, creatively wiseThe dedicated ministers of underground soundWhen we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck aroundNo matter how bizarre and different you think you areyour team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarrPremier in the rear with the beats and cutsAnd Guru with the mic ready to tear shit upTake us out the game nigga? How you figure?The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga